The Florist

She's been sorting you a flower bouquet

Picks 'em straight from the ground, it's good dead anyway

Your favorite colors, into the lovers

You've been keeping clean

Living off of plant feed and fertilizer

This one's a fighter

Although I can see

This isn't healthy

You can see why this should stop

But I know this too well

And I just can't tell

When enough is enough

Enough the feeling is tough

Tough every time

You walk out the door

You're packing your stuff

Stuff is looking so rough

Rough, it's all cool

Why you leaving me for?

What you leaving me for?

Why you leaving?

She's been lost at sea

Till he swan down to the coral reef

And what surprised her

They look just like ya

Although I can see

This isn't healthy

You can see why this should stop

But I know this too well

And I just can tell

When enough is enough

Enough the feeling is tough

Tough every time

You walk out the door

You're packing your stuff

Stuff is looking so rough

Rough, it's all cool

Why you leaving me for?

It's never enough

Enough the feeling is tough

Tough every time

You walk out the door

You're packing your stuff

Stuff is looking so rough

Rough, it's all cool

Why you leaving me for?

What you leaving me for?

I won't eat

I won't sleep

I'll get weak, that's when I take it

There's no point in saving

I won't eat

I won't sleep

I'll get weak, and that's when I take it

There's no point in saving

Why you leaving?

Why you leaving?

Why you leaving? Oh-oh oh oh

Why you leaving?

Why you leaving?